A late-breaking entry ... cry freedumb for Herman Cain ...

 

 Another late-breaking entry in the pond's Herman Cain awards ...

 

Too soon?

Well the pond did think there should be a category for mass killers, of a style and in a position of power that would make Killer Creighton weep with envy ...

 

 

 

Well yes, let them all die, and let us celebrate the mass killer category with a few cartoons ...

 

 

 

 

The dog botherer and Killer Creighton, need the pond say more?

 

 

 

The reptiles were curiously subdued in their response to the second Four Corners account of the lunacy of Faux Noise ... they were more excited to put in the boot in defence of "Nifty" Neville ...

Suddenly Chris Masters shifted from being the Devil incarnate to the new Messiah ...

 

And the reptiles also had to do their best to reconcile their plea for the killing fields to begin, and the dismal vaccination effort out west by gold standard Gladys and the feds, which has produced its first Aboriginal casualty ...

 

The pond knew that Four Corners had missed the mark when the reptiles thought it enough to send out a lightweight dickhead of the dog bothering kind to offer a defence ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

The pond for once actually watched the show at issue - it never bothered with the Ghost Train saga, which, as noted on Media Watch, has had conspiracy circles going around in circles for decades - and it reminded the pond why it gave up on the ABC.

The show ended in very Sydney style, with a flurry of fireworks, which pretty much had nothing to do with anything, even as a metaphor for the state of the disunited States ...

And having got Sidney Powell in front of the camera, they managed to score a walk-off, but failed to land a meaningful blow.

They might have started by asking her about her comical defence ... which turned up in all sorts of places, because all kinds of folks loved the sublime surreal absurdity of it all ...

Only when you join Alice in the looking glass or down the rabbit hole ... which Four Corners failed to do ...

But there's no point in the pond going on about how Four Corners failed to land much of a blow, even when punching at obvious targets and the behaviour of Fox News pundits, which has verged on the fascist ...

Instead the pond must report on the dog botherer's attempts to defend the fascism ...

 

 

 

 

There's some weird Sidney Powell shit right there ...  voting for the Donald was getting it right? But then the dog botherer has always had a sort of fanatical proto-fascist air about him ... so naturally he'd think voting for a poor person's strutting peackock of a frequently bankrupt con artist dumbass Mussolini was the right thing to do ...

 

 

Oh dear, they had to interrupt the dog botherer ranting about TDS and Murdochophobia with a clip featuring digital editor Jack Houghton?

Talk about moving from the risible to the tiresome ...

Meanwhile, with the odd exception as feeble cover, it's clear enough to most that Faux Noise long ago got into bed with the Donald, and back in April, there was this report that suggested just how many Donald rats had joined the Faux Noise ship ...

Donald Trump's Top Diplomat Mike Pompeo Joins Fox News As "Contributor"
Fox has hired other members of the Trump orbit in recent months, including his daughter-in-law and campaign advisor Lara Trump and former White House press secretary Kayleigh McEnany. (here) 

The pond favours the suggestion that the Murdochians in charge became terrified of their audience, or more to the point, terrified of losing ratings and so power, money, and a place at the table, and so willingly pawned their souls ... if such a concept as a soul is allowed in conjunction with the Chairman and his preferred spawn ...  and then, what do you know, the dog botherer himself joins in blather about the big lie and election fraud and "legitimate investigation", just to show how expendable souls are in reptile la la land ...

Send in the ninjas, the pond says ...

Indeed, indeed, it's all to do with social media, and nothing to do with Fox and the sundry lunatics who infest it, and if you can swallow that the pond has a TV network to sell you at a bargain basement price, because nobody watches it, and it has absolutely no influence ...

As for the insurrection, the real point is that it was a manifestation of the Donald's desire to bung on a coup, which were real, even if as inept as a wannabe tinpot dictator and his henchmen might manage ... and yet the insurrection continues, and the insurrectionists continue to carry on and live in hope, and so who knows ...

Meanwhile, the dog botherer resorts to a desperate form of both siderism - much as the pond has little time for the Clintons, there's no evidence that Hillary as loser carried on the way that the Donald did, even more alarming because his psychosis remained armed with the powers of the presidency - but do go on, the pond senses that the reptiles sense that the dog botherer will need another clip to help out ...

 

 

Ah it had to be, they sent out the Flint to strike a match ... but luckily the pond refuses to bother with anything other than screen caps ...

How desperate is this? The new Flinty one, and the dog botherer, and jolly Jack, and that's the best they've got?

And so to the last gobbet of pathetic defence, dog botherer style ...

 

 

You know, the pond doesn't break Godwin's Law that often, but that defence of the rednecks, fools and dupes reminded the pond, in a decidedly eerie way, of the time when establishment folk and a compliant media decided to side with Herr Hitler, on the peculiar notion that they could control him and use him to deliver what they wanted ...

At the time Herr Hitler managed only 43.9% per cent of the vote, and yet it was enough for what was to follow ... thanks to the enablers and lickspittle fellow travellers ...

Who knows? The big lie might still come to rule the roost, and it'll be thanks to Faux Noise and the GOP and liars of the Murdochian kind ...

As for Sidney Powell? No self-awareness in the dog botherer, no self-awareness at all, and not even a shred of irony from an obviously stupid man bereft of a sensa huma ...

 

The pond wishes that the dog botherer would get back to some decent climate science denialism, for which he is justly famous, just so the pond could run with some relevant cartoons ...

 

 

 

Ah, the infallible Pope, always being cruel to be kind ...

And speaking of caves, and being locked down, the pond just couldn't resist Killer Creighton's latest offering, not for what Killer had to scribble, but for the chance it offered the pond to run a few interstitials ...

 

 

 

Freedumb?

Only the reptiles could think that a good poster for someone as dumb as the Killer, but here we are talking of freedumb ...

 

 

That was at the Graudian.

But how about this in the name of freedumb at the Daily Beast?

 

 

There's a hearty serve of your freedumb right there ... but on with the Killer, though the pond hopes he manages to keep his deep Freudian fear of masks under control ...

 

 

Oh fucketty fuck, the dog botherer couldn't help himself, he just had to bring up his deep Freudian fear of masks ...

As for the rest, of course Killer is right. If we want the killing fields, and the comedy that goes with it, we should emulate the United States ...

 

 

 

C and L here, and also here for this one ...

 

 

 

But with the Darwin awards already overwhelmed by too many entries from the United States, and the pond's own Herman Cain awards struggling to keep up (just how many conservative radio DJs have carked it while denouncing vaccines and embracing crackpot theories?), the pond could spend a long time away from the Killer ...

 

 

Indeed, indeed, the pond enthusiastically supports anyone not wanting to move back. Surely they'd be better off in Florida or Texas, or come to think of it, any southern state where god-fearing Mericuns are showing off their wicked sensa huma (and pandering to Killer's deep Freudian fear of masks) ...

 

 

 

Yes another one from C and L, keen collectors of American comedy, and with a link to the Daily Memphian, for those who, Starship Troopers style, would like to know more...

Meanwhile, perhaps a little sympathy for Wajahat Ali, who embarked on a rant, Don't Negotiate with Trump's Disease-Spreading Zombie Army ... inter alia ...

Hmm, it seems zombies are all the go at the moment.

Alas, the zombies are too late for the Killer death cult ...

 

He laughed at Killer? What a sensible response. Of course he could have said "I won't kill you, but I don't have to save you," and with a bit of luck, Killer still might manage to emulate a conservative radio DJ ...

Well the pond can live in hope, knowing that if it isn't Killer, then some conservative radio DJ or Kid Rocker will rock up to enter the Herman Cain awards ...

And so to a couple of Wilcox cartoons to end on an up note, with more Wilcox here ...

 

 

 

A late-breaking entry ...

 

 

The pond thanks Politico for the latest entry into the pond's Herman Cain awards ... 

 

 

 

Indeed, indeed, vacuous thoughts and prayers, but the pond would like to emphasize that its competition has absolutely nothing to do with the Darwin awards, which apparently were cancelled because of the number of entries ...

In which the pond plunges into the Monday reptile hive mind with the Major, the Caterist and a bonus of Cater-lite, the Oreo ...

 

 

 

The pond wanted to start with that screen cap because it shows where the reptiles are heading. 

With Gladys having monumentally fucked up, not to mention SloMo having monumentally fucked up the vaccine roll out, there will be increasing talk of freedumb and the benefits to the economy of people dying ... and above all, outrage at those secessionist sandgropers, wandering wild and free ... they must be brought down a notch or two, and given a good reptile spanking, and that will be the theme for the day ...

With a sigh of relief, the pond turned away from talk of gold standard Gladys, to the Major doing what he knows best ... a bit of ABC bashing ...

 

 

It's inherently comical when the reptiles, especially the Major, talk of group think. It's impossible to imagine a better bunch of sheeple than the reptiles doing a murmuration ...

It's even funnier when they have to deal with the apostates, the black sheep in the larger family, the turncoats, the traitors, the quislings, the ones that have fled the scene of the crime, left the family, abjured the consigliere aka the Major,  and donned a cardigan to become the victim of a cult ...

Oh it's too much for a reptile to bear.

Take Speersie, go on, someone take him, for the love of the absent lord, and spare the reptiles more suffering. 

Like a duck to water, he's taken to the ABC, simpering away at Huw Parkinson, casting the poor old hold the hose, it's not a race man as "In Chinos Man" in response to SloMo evoking The Croods, and never mind that the ABC then stuck it up on YouTube and presumably collected a share of the ad revenue! It's a Google conspiracy, though Twitter is also certainly involved somehow...

Oh sainted aunts, fainting under the wisteria on the verandahs of Adelaide, it's enough to make a reptile weep ... or at least whine, and how good is the Major at whining? 

 

You will note in there the loyal Major's keen awareness of the reptile group think, and the shocking, wretched attitude of those secessionist sandgropers, romping wild and free, but the source of the rot must be exposed ... the lazy ABC ... though heaven knows, the pond expects an apocalyptic explosion of reptile brains after the next Four Corners tonight, up there with the exploding brains in Mars Attacks!

Get a load of the teaser ...

 

Oh it's only the Major today, but what an explosion of group think there will be on the morrow ...

You see, once upon a time those cardigan wearing converts were happy in the fields of Elysium, drinking from the Surry Hills supply of kool aid, and then suddenly things went wrong ... they stepped out of the field of dreams.

How rich can this get? The pond defies anyway not to melt like a chocolate soldier, or cackle like an apple-bearing witch at the Major's invocation of the lizard Oz's mission statement of 1964!

1964!!

 

Truly, there's nothing like an old reptile walking down nostalgia lane in the grip of sundry delusions to provide a spark of relief on a Monday ...

 

 

Ah there you go, Speersie's treachery explained. At last the pond understands, because who else has the wisdom of the Major? It's all the fault of the ABC's Twitter followers, what with Twitter having a direct connection to Satan ...

A quick look at Twitter and the next thing you know, an epic tragedy unfolds, he dons a cardie and begins chortling at Parkinson ...

Well there's just time for the Major to berate a few remaining cardie wearers, and why not, because after tonight, the reptiles will have to scrape together their brains ... because even if the show's a typically dull Four Corners outing, like the first episode, it will have the effect on the reptiles of country music blaring out into the world ... or even worse, Slim Whitman doing his Indian Love Call ... (sorry, watch out for exploding brains) ...

 

 

Easy assumptions about the innate superiority of the Major and the Murdochians would also be a good place to start, but where would that end? 

As the duly appointed correspondents for Pravda down under, it wouldn't be good for the reptiles to start checking out the mote in the eye, or the fluff in the belly button ...

And so to the rest for the day, and the pond was startled early by this assembly of reptile rogues and thieves ...

 

 

 

Sure, there's resident columnist Josh, who occasionally moonlights for the government, and simplistic Simon sharing his concern for SloMo's rough times, and Cameron continues his strong form, with his yearning for freedumb ...

 

 

 

Ah the price of freedumb, and the pond does appreciate the reptiles' offer to do volunteer work in the medical system and hospitals, as the price of freedumb, though it also understands why medical workers might want to tell the reptiles to just piss off ...

But back to the bigger point. Sure there was the Oreo, a Caterist lite form of reformed, recovering feminism, but where was the flood waters, government cash in the paw man himself?

The pond knew it couldn't even begin thinking on a Monday without a hearty swig of Caterism ... and so it went in search, and luckily all was well ... he'd just been misplaced, or overlooked or slighted, or what you will, but have not the slightest doubt, he will turn up like the proverbial bad penny later in the day, ready to read the runes and look at the entrails and pronounce sternly on the movement of flood waters, viruses and vaccines ...

 

 

 

 

 

Ah, another example of the risible reptile graphics department, now a subsidiary of Getty Images, but more importantly the Caterist in bold, brave form with talk of Covid nanny states ...

Yes, with gold standard Gladys something of a fuck-up, having infected sundry parts of the country, not to mention the NSW bush and New Zealand, stern Caterist words are called for ...

 

Good old "Compass Polling." Try googling that mob and see what you get ... Mount Compass polling, and talk of an error with Compass polling in Windows 7. Indeed, indeed, and if that were the only problem with Windows 7.

But the pond digresses, albeit pleased that federal government cash in the paw to the Menzies Research Centre is being put to such good use, and worth every penny ... especially as our gold standard Gladys is an early convert to freedumb.

Some might think she's just a fuck-up, who fucked it up, but no, it's impossible to beat, this variant, and so let the killing fields be saturated in blood to sate the reptile appetite for death ... and so to the ritual reptile abuse of those wretches in the west and to the north ...(but let us not forget comrade Dan as a handy way of distracting from gold standard Gladys) ...

 

 

Of course the pond trusts the Caterist's insights with a blind conviction. If the man can calculate with an uncanny Sherlockian skill the movement of flood waters in quarries, he can surely understand the canny ways of the virus ... and SloMo's astonishing skill at combating it, by ensuring a remarkable vaccination roll-out ... (here no irony required, no requiring of irony here) ...

Why the pond thinks it caught its first vaccine ad on the weekend, but then it wouldn't have been too flash to begin advertising earlier, what with people then rushing off and start looking a jab, when there was no bloody jab to be had ...

That bit about the growth in higher education? Well you would say that if you have a minor degree in sociology, and the intellectual ability of a gnat ... but once again, speaking as the Major did of groupthink, how pleasing to see the reptile echo chamber at work with blather about the moral certainties to be found on Twitter ... as opposed to the certainties to be found in the reptiles and the Caterist ...

 

Yes, don't you dare mock gold standard Gladys, or the I don't hold the hose mate man for saying this is not a race...

As for the public mood, the pond has a feeling quite a few would be happy to see the Caterist die, just so we know how the dictum of freedumb by death neatly captures the public mood ...

Meanwhile, the secessionist sandgropers, the toads to the north, and the croweaters live on wild and free, affronting all right thinking reptiles with their closeted arrogance. What's worse, they spend all their time arguing over who will stage the football grand finals, and where's the justice in that? It's bloody un-Australian ...

And speaking of un-Australian, so to Caterist lite Oreo, because at the end of a hearty main course of reptile stew, the pond always likes to finish off with the reformed, recovering feminist.

Being a sterling example of the echo chamber, there will be not a jot of original or different thinking, but why not a dose of empty calories?

 

 

 

You see? It's just more of the same yadda yadda ... Labor premiers, caves, and not a mention of the sterling efforts of the Sky after dark mob to pander to hydroxy, ivermectin and such like ...

 

 

 

Why it looks like the pond might have clicked on one of those stories, but not to worry, it's just a screen cap, as a reminder of how certain people got truly fucked in the head by stupid people, not least the parrot and a former furniture salesman, though we shouldn't forget Clive or the way the reptiles eagerly took his money ... (they'd probably be a sure thing for pillow ads too)...

But the pond digresses, time to get on with the treat, because while it's predictable, surely that's what you want ... just the sugar and the flour and the oil, please, and please as a bonus, a serving of reformed, recovering feminism ... and if anybody wants to bet on that secessionist sandgroper premier turning up in the first gobbet, please allow the pond to say, as part of its easygoing, laid-back, matey, self-deprecating humour, all fucking bets are fucking off ...

 

 

 

Indeed, indeed, and the pond has to agree. Using a metaphor from a kids movie merely reveals that SloMo thinks as a child, and we already know that because he has an imaginary friend under the bed, who he talks to in tongues ...

Oh the Parkinsons of the world might mock him, but surely lines about not holding hoses and it not being a race have produced better results ...

 

Sorry, how rude of the pond to interrupt the Oreo with greatest hits and memories ... please, do go on, we need more examples of reptile group think from the duller knives in the drawer blathering about 'roos loose in the top paddock, when everyone knows that up Tamworth way you'll find the 'roos in the back paddock...

 

 

Now you might think living in Florida or Texas or some of the US southern states leads to a perfectly rational state of mind, but each day the pond checks out assorted parades of loons and comes up with a new novelty item ...

 

 

Ah yes, speaking of shit for brains ... and so to a final gobbet from the Oreo ...

 

The pond does appreciate that mental health issues are on the rise. 

Not to make too light of it, or too much fun of it, it seems to the pond that the reptiles are entering new levels of sociopathic hive mind thinking, full of paranoia and delusion, but luckily Broelman was on hand to reassure them and offer them a light at the end of the tunnel ...